From the moment of her conception

Her very first cry that was left unheard

Arms that held her, she was ripped from

To the family that hated her

Even being there.

Growing to a child

That had to stop caring

What people thought.

She had to exist

In a world

She thought hated her.

Grew to a teen

That wanted nothing

But freedom.

A woman

That wanted nothing

But to find someone to love her.

The problem was

She never believed it.

As a woman now

Laying just before death

She leans over to me

And whispers

“Was I ever worth it?”